r/EntitledPeople

I live on a dead end road and I work from home. Today I was at my desk, with its view of my driveway when entitled mom and her 4 kids drove in and parked in my driveway. They then got out and started walking around. I went outside.

"Oh we're geocaching" says entitled mom.

I said that's great but this is private property and you need to move your car.

"No need to be rude! We're geocaching!"

And it's STILL my private land you are trespassing on. She wasn't worth the argument so I just went back inside and watched her turn around. On the grass, in proper entitled person style.

As a bonus, she's teaching the next generation to be just as entitled as she is. I am so sick of people.

I grew up in a family that owned a catering company. One year in the early 80s we tried an experiment: Thanksgiving in a Box. For this and other reasons we only did it one year then ran screaming in horror.

For whatever price it was - like $130 at the time - you got a box containing a cooked turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, green beans, stuffing, salad, dressing, cranberry sauce, rolls, butter, gravy, pumpkin pie. Each box fed 8 people, buy as many as you wanted. Specify if you wanted to pick it up hot. Ready to eat, or cold and you'd reheat later.

Pre-orders were required. Not a suggestion, mandatory.

6am on t-day we were there. Car pulls up, gives us the name, Pack mule me would find the box with that name and load in into the car so they could drive away. Repeat hundreds of times.

Everybody get your boxes by 4pm so we can go gnaw on bits of dead bird ourselves. Kid me couldn't stay away from the stuffing we made from scratch and I had to smell it all day long. Kid me was not increasing in sympathy as the day dragged on.

Around noon a lady showed up and when asked for her name declared it to be "my neighbor got one of these boxes this morning and it looked so good I came to get one myself."

Kid me: these boxes were all pre-ordered, did you do that?

Lady: no, I just want one

Hungry, getting grouchy kid me with all of the tact 10 year old hungry grouchy kid me could muster: I only have boxes for people on the list. (And asked the next person in line for their name).

Lady: I need a box, go get me one

Kid me: I'll get the boss when I go in to find this customer's order, I don't know how to process new orders. He will come out to talk to you about it.

10 year old me, craving stuffing, was not terribly diplomatic.

Once in the kitchen I found the boss.

Me: hey dad, some lady isn't on the list but wants a box anyway.

I then gathered up a box, took it outside, told the lady somebody was coming amd got the next name.

My dad had been a drafted for Korea and spent the war doing administrative things for officers who were old and set in their ways since WWII and was good at dealing with mentally ill mothers of brides, so whatever he said eventually made her go away. I did get snippets of her crying and yelling about how this ruined Thanksgiving and we had so many there should be extras and could we sell her ours since she knew we must have some set aside for us.

Eventually I took a box out to another car and she was gone.

As the son if the owner I brazenly raided the freezer and grabbed a couple lumps of the frozen Otis Spunkmeyer chocolate chip cookie dough, wolfed them down and got back to loading cars.

As we wrapped up I snuck into the hot racks and picked a bowl of stuffing and hid in a back corner while I inhaled it.

And I didn't share any with her.

This was the back to school clearance at one of the big box stores on Saturday. My son is autistic and there is exactly one lunch bag he will use, the insulated kind with the wide strap, because the thin ones dig into his shoulder and he will just not carry it. They had been discontinued and there were 2 left on the endcap, so I put both in my cart.

A woman about my age had been working the same aisle. She watched me take them, and about a minute later she came over and asked whether I needed both of them. I said yes, one for this year and one for when the first one goes.

She said her 3 were starting at a new school and she needed them. I said sorry, there had been 2 and I had taken 2. She said, and this is close to word for word, "But I have three kids. You clearly only have the one."

She followed me around the store after that. Not saying anything, just there, 2 aisles over every time I looked up. Then she found a young guy stocking shelves and brought him over and told him I was refusing to SHARE and could he please make me put one back.

He went and checked the back, came out and told her there were none left and that it was first come first served. She told me I was the reason kids go without and walked off. .

Went to Costco, ordered my hot dog, got my hot dog, put stuff on my hot dog, went to look for a seat. The only table available is one on the outside. It has a shopping cart full of items next to it. I know some people leave their carts out here because it's tough to get them inside the set of tables. Nothing else was on this table, no food items, no coat or anything on the chairs. For some reason I believed someone really thought they could save a table while they waited for their food. About 60 seconds into eating my food I was proven correct. An older man in his late 60's came by:

OM: Did you not see I have my cart there

ME: I did, but that doesn't save a seat

OM: Well I guess that's just some unwritten rule here

ME: Yes, first come first serve

OM: Well, I guess I will just come sit with you

ME: Perfectly fine, I only need one seat, there are three more here

OM: *walks off in a huff*

Edit: Entitled Boomer didn't even have his food yet. I likely would have been gone before he even got it, it doesn't take that long to eat a hot dog.

Internal EU flight, about an hour, low-cost airline, €25-ish ticket. Nothing to write home about.

Unfortunately, before we even took off, I heard an argument starting behind me. Apparently, while the cabin crew were doing the usual pre-flight checks (seatbelts, tray tables, etc) one of the flight attendants (male) accidentally bumped into a guy sitting in an aisle seat. Well, that type of the guy that tells you to keep going.

And Mr. Dickhead absolutely lost it. At first I just heard him repeatedly saying, “Don’t hit me.” Fair enough, I thought. Maybe something actually happened. Then he went into a loop:

GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY FACE, SHUT THE FUCK UP, LEAVE ME ALONE.

Over and over, for what felt like a solid minute. Another flight attendant tried to explain that nobody was trying to hit him. He was sitting in an aisle seat, the cabin is cramped as fuck, and the crew were rushing to finish their checks before departure. Apparently he'd just been accidentally bumped while someone was moving past him.

This explanation did not calm His Majesty down.

The first flight attendant was clearly starting to lose patience too, because at some point I heard something along the lines of, “Do you have a problem? Do you want to get off the plane?”

Then I heard, DON’T TOUCH ME. I couldn't see exactly what was happening at that point, so I don't know whether Mr. Dickhead tried to grab the flight attendant or what. But eventually the situation ended with him being moved to another seat somewhere in the middle of the plane, presumably so nobody would accidentally violate the royal personage again.

And that was it.

Bruh. You're on a one-hour Ryanair-tier flight in economy that costs about as much as lunch. You're sitting in an aisle seat in a metal tube where two people can barely pass each other. The crew are trying to get everyone ready for takeoff. Maybe (just maybe) if somebody accidentally bumps into you, you can survive this grave injustice without screaming GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY FACE for a minute straight. Especially when there are kids sitting right fucking there.

I genuinely wish this was ragebait, but unfortunately this literally happened today. I'm still kind of amazed that some people can talk to complete strangers like this over something so minor and apparently see absolutely nothing wrong with it.

I'm in a local supermarket that's absolutely packed, because it's holiday season and I live in a big tourist area. Each till has at least 5 people queuing, most of them with full trolleys. I only have a bunch of bananas and there's no 5 items or less till in this shop but hey ho, what can I do? I choose what I think will be the shortest queue, with four single middle aged women and a middle aged couple... usually the most efficient type of shopper who bag up and leave quickly. On top of that, wifey second from the front only has about six items on the conveyor belt.

Said wifey gets to the front, just as a man barges past all of us, pushing a fully laden trolley. Steely eyed woman two in front glares at him and asks what he was doing, as does equally steely eyed woman in front of her.

"That's my wife," he says, arrogantly avoiding their eye contact and indicating towards wifey at the till. He then proceeds to load the contents of the trolley onto the conveyor belt, forcing the two women to remove their own items to make space!

That was a first. I've often seen someone add in a last-minute item, but I've never seen a couple get one of them to queue up while the other goes and does the actual shop? That's some level of entitlement. Clearly their time was FAR more precious than ours!

Final note: those steely-eyed women, along with the couple in front of me saw I only had one item and kindly let me skip the queue. I promised them my husband wasn't following on with the full trolley the moment I got to the front!

NYC. Took my drone to Central Park. I have a license and had a permit for the day to fly in the area (you need. permit AND a land/take off permit for $150 for a day and I had both and was cleared to fly in the park). Im flying the drone and a

Karen comes over to me, accusing me of being discourteous, says shes a cop (lie that went unchallenged) then her other Karen friend who works for the Parks Dept comes over, chiming in asking if I have a permit. I do.

FWIW Im mixed race white and asian/black and look brown. Im not confrontational by nature so I went into this calmly. Then she starts talking about how the drone is loud, annoying etc. I said "I have just as much a right to be in this park doing what Im doing as you do. Im not even going to be here that long." She insists that I cease immediately as she is bird watching and the drone is scaring the birds. I said "had you started with that, this would have been a much more peaceable interaction." She then said "yeah maybe I shouldnt have said that" but she and her friend (they were like mid to late 40s) kept talking about how I need a quieter drone, etc.

I grew tired of it all and moved on. As I was walking, this young white dude said to me "dude, no one else what bothered by your drone."

Every time I walk out the door, some bullshit happens. Exhausting and now I have to try and wipe this shit from my memory as I tend to dwell on things.

How do you ppl simply STOP thinking about something untoward that has happened?

This happened in 2019 shortly after I started my first 9-5 job. I was 19 at the time and just for context, I was extremely shy and tended to avoid necessary conflict at all costs.

Was on the train home from work on a fairly crowded train. The train begins at the station I got on so whilst a fair amount of seats were occupied, I was able to secure a seat easily on one of those 3 seaters.

If you've never sat on a 3 seater before, usually the window and aisle seats are taken up first leaving the middle seat to be the last one free. I was sat at the window seat whilst a stranger was on the aisle one.

One stop later, this tall guy gets on and sits in-between me and previously mentioned stranger. A little awkward and uncomfortable, but obviously no biggie since this is all part of travelling on public transport.

Shortly after, I can see him looking at me in the corner of my eye whilst simultaneously trying to push my right leg with his left leg (presumably to get more room). I ignore his looks but as soon as I noticed him trying to push my leg, I stand firm and keep my leg in place. Seconds later he taps me on the shoulder and says 'Can you move your leg?'

I look down and see that my leg is perfectly within the borders of my respective seat and not protruding at all onto his seat (I already knew it wasn't since I myself hate when people take up more leg room than they should). If anything, he was beginning to go onto my seat from when he was trying to push my leg just a second ago.

I responded with 'I'm within my part of the seat' and go back to listening to my music.

He then says 'Can't you put your bag up there?' (onto the baggage space above) indicating my backpack that was in-between my legs.

I replied with 'That wouldn't make a difference. Plus, why do you think you should get all of my leg room too?' (As I was new to my job, the only thing I used my backpack for was carrying my lunch which was of course long gone by this point. My backpack couldn't have been flatter if the earth sat on it.)

He didn't respond this time but instead resorted to trying to push my leg again, which I again, stood firm on. He also started putting the side of his shoe on the side of mine whilst scraping down. I guess he thought if he was annoying enough, I would move my foot/leg in a bit. I just ignored it because I just thought 'what an idiot'.

Anyways, guess what? Literally 2 minutes after this incident, the brudda gets off the train. He did all of that just to only be on the train for 2 stops. After he got off, the woman opposite me gave me a look that said 'What an asshat'.

It's not the craziest justice served story you'll read on here, but nonetheless, I thought I'd share it.

I live in a rural farmland area in alabama. No neighbors within 100 yards in any direction.

Sitting in my living room enjoying the evening and a random boomer woman pulls into my drive way and starts honking her horn. Never seen this woman in my life. I grab a robe and head outside thinking she's in distress or something. I get to her car and she asks me if I will GIVE HER MY NEIGHBORS BARN. this barn is a good 100 yards away from my property, clearly on someone's corn farm.

Not my barn obviously, as it's on the other side of a wooded area from my manicured property.

I tell her it's not mine, she offers to have her husband come pick it up since "you're not using it"

It's not mine I explain again.

She gets mad at me and DRIVES THROUGH MY YARD to turn around and peels out into the road.

TLDR; she

A: pulled into a strangers yard and honks like she's at a full service gas station from the 50s

B: demands i GIVE her a $15,000 barn for free

C: gets pissed and leaves ruts in my yard when I explain it cannot help her

22F and I've been studying abroad for the last 3 years. I moved here pretty young, and at this point I handle basically everything myself. Rent, groceries, paperwork, appointments, work, university stuff, all of it)

My mom helped me a lot when I first moved and I'm genuinely grateful for that. I love her, and this isn't one of those situations where I think she's a horrible mother. She's done a lot for me and she's always wanted me to have a good future

The problem is that somewhere along the way, "wanting the best for me" turned into acting like she still gets the final vote on my life. I'm finishing my current studies and I've been seriously thinking about going back home afterward. I'm tired. I miss my friends and family, I don't particularly love the country I'm in, and I honestly just want a year where my entire existence isn't built around surviving abroad.

When I told my mom, she literally said, "No. You're not coming back. You're continuing your education there..."

I laughed at first because I thought she was being dramatic.

She wasn't))))))

Since then she's been sending me master's programs and other courses I never asked for. She keeps asking whether I've submitted applications yet. She even offered to "help fill them out" after I told her multiple times I'm not sure I even want another degree right now.

She has also already told relatives that I'm staying abroad for several more years. One aunt actually congratulated me on continuing my education and I had to tell her I haven't decided anything.

My mom got angry at me for correcting her because apparently I was "making her look stupid."

Then there are all the smaller things.

She wants to know exactly how much money I have saved.

If I buy something nice for myself, she'll make comments like, "And you say living abroad is expensive."

She doesn't like my current job even though that job literally pays my rent.

If I don't answer her calls, she'll call again and then ask why I'm "avoiding" her.

She has opinions about which city I should live in, who I should live with, what jobs I should apply for, and how often I should come home

Whenever I remind her that I'm 22, she says some version of, "You're still my daughter."

The comment that really got to me was when she said, "After everything I've done to get you there, you're not just throwing it away."

And I understand where that feeling comes from. She did sacrifice things for me when I was younger

But I also feel like my life has slowly become something she sees as an investment she's entitled to manage.

I'm not asking her to pay for me to come home. I'm not planning to move into her house and sit around unemployed. I have savings, work experience, and a plan.

I just don't want another four years abroad because it looks impressive when she tells people what her daughter is doing

What bothers me most isn't that she has an opinion. She's my mom, of course she does.

It's that she talks about my decisions like they're hers to approve.

I love her, and I know a lot of this comes from wanting me to succeed, but I'm getting exhausted from feeling like every adult decision I make becomes a negotiation with someone who isn't actually living my life

At what point does parental concern become entitlement???((

At a Shoppers drug mart there is a handicap parking space then a ramp to the sidewalk then another handicap parking space. I was parked in the first handicap parking space and was leaving the store.

I notice a woman pull into the parking lot and proceeds to back up in the ramp space, which is clearly marked with yellow lines - it is obvious that there is no parking where the ramp is. The other handicap parking space directly beside the ramp was open, along with several others. But for some reason she decided that she was entitled to park in the ramp space.

So now her car is backed up almost cover the entire ramp. Just a small space at an awkward sharp angle is left to get down/up the ramp from the side of it. The driver and her passenger get out just as I am struggling to get down the blocked ramp. (I am on oxygen and use a rollator/walker to carry the concentrator).

Her passenger had one of those walkers with just two wheels on the front and straight legs at the back. I had made it to my car when I heard her passenger tell her that she is in the wrong space. Apparently the driver thought she was entitled to park there for some reason and mumbled something to her passenger that I didn't hear. Even her passenger struggled using the ramp, but the driver didn't bother to move her car to the proper space or even help her passenger. She just grabbed a shopping cart that was on the sidewalk, put her purse in it and waited for her passenger to struggle up the ramp.

There would have been no way for a wheelchair user to access the ramp. I just couldn't believe how inconsiderate this woman was, and she was driving around someone who was clearly handicapped!

I guess I should have said something, anything. If I had been going into the store I might have mentioned it to a cashier or someone who worked there. But with my health condition, I just didn't have the energy to go back inside and was uncomfortable about confronting someone, let alone enforce parking rules.

Funnily enough this isn't the first time I needed to vent about someone in the drive at my credit union job here. But yesterday someone came in drive, only sent out cash, no ID or anything for me to identify him. He gives me the account number, but I have a hard time hearing what he says. So I do ask him for his ID so I can look him up. I tell him I'm having a hard time finding the account number, since I don't want to say "I can't hear what you're saying."

Look, when I go to my bank's drive up, they do ask for my ID so I thought it wasn't a big deal. But he sends the ID, I look him up and do his deposit. A few minutes later, I see the same person walk inside and talk to my co worker. He directly tells her the "Let me speak to your manager" line. My manager was also there and took him to his office right away.

Later we're in a group talking and he says I'm not in trouble (at least there's that), but he came in upset I asked for his ID, so my manager had to explain why we sometimes ask. The customer also alleged I asked for his name multiple times. We are supposed to use the person's name a few times in the interaction, but my manager says he said I asked for his name instead. If I had to take a guess what he meant, I assume when I was trying to ask for the account number, which was when I had a hard time hearing. Except he probably stretched the truth to me asking for his name (would it be a stretch for me to call that lying?). At least did all I was supposed to, but this interaction is why I say some people have too much free time/need something occupy it. Since they seem to have too much where they can go and complain to the manager over small things like asking for an ID at the bank/credit union.

So I work with this older lady, let's call her Susan. Susan originally seemed nice when we started working together and i dont remember who added who on instagram, anyway now we follow each other.

Susan and I no longer get along, lots of work instances where she is rather difficult, she hates younger people i noticed and likes to assert that she is a veteran at the company, very unpleasant lady. I was recently promoted to assistant manager and in a meeting HR and senior management were discussing social media picture of a young lady we recently hired, HR didnt like her rather busty and what they deemed was inappropriate profile picture, of her at some party, making a kind of seductive face

I thought it was ridiculous and pathetic she put her social media on a TV for everyone to see so when I spoke, I first made my argument that, first of all, i think HR should stay out of people's personal social media, and there is no mention in our policy about dresscode in social media picture. New employee sems fine, shes doing her job ok, she's just new. She can not fire her over this, there are laws against it.

And if they choose not to and decide to review socials, they should check out Susan's reposts on Instagram, and tell me what they think about firing Susan who has been here for ages. She might be unpleasant, but she's still pretty good at her job, just occasionally nasty to work with.

Lo and behold they looked at few things Susan was reposting, we work in Canada and the company is very diverse. A lot of her reposts had to do with too many Indians being in the country and some rather extreme views. I wholeheartedly disagree with her reposts, its just vile. Also one of the shareholders of the company is immigrant Punjabi

I felt bad singling out susan but if you're going to have an HR discussion about a woman posting pictures that weren't even that bad of herself, then have a discussion with Susan who thinks all Indians dont deserve to be in Canada, and is clearly racist, there is definitely something in our policy about that. Screw it, add me to the mix and see what kind of dumbass posts I was making on Facebook in highschool, and here I am, a manager. I tried looking up this HR lady in the meeting, she didnt come up. Man, I wish her dumbass profile did.

Anyway, this HR is older woman herself and not exactly easy to work with too, friends with susan but i felt it being wrong she pulled up a profile picture of a coworker on a TV in a meeting room in front of a bunch of managers, thats just cruel and if that woman found out, might have been mortified.

Senior manager sided with me, he opened his facebook to a picture of him with his family at the beach, hairy chest out and all, and said, here you can have an HR chat with me too.

Manager is now having Susans reposts reviewed by her very friend.

Screw them both, my god HR is just so useless sometimes.

I recently posted about Abnb guests trying to steal my parking space. This is a follow up to that involving the same space (this story happened about 3yrs back)

My space has a fire lane immediately behind it. People like to park in the fire lane to load/unload which I’m usually fine with, but it does block me from entering or exiting my space if someone is there. It’s important to note that I’m legally blind in my left eye. My depth perception is shit. People with two functioning eyes could probably still access my space with someone parked in the fire lane, but it would be very tight and it’s impossible for me.

So I come home at night and see a family parked in the fire lane. It’s a young couple, their 4yr old, and they appear to be saying goodbye to an elderly woman who lives in the complex (I will refer to her as grandma.)

Since they’re blocking me, I stop my car about 25ft behind them and wait a full minute for them to move. They don’t, and I assume they’re unaware I’m waiting for them to leave, so I quickly flash my lights twice (the universal way of politely getting another driver’s attention). Both the mom & dad look at me, make eye contact, then just casually go back to their conversation with grandma as tho I’m not there.

I thought this was rude, but didn’t want to make a big deal and figured they just needed another minute. So I wait. I watch mom put their daughter in the back, husband gets in drivers seat, so I think we’re about done. But no, mom has exited the passenger seat to talk to little girl in the back, then little girl gets out to give another big hug to grandma (this is like the 3rd goodbye hug between the two so far), and then mom proceeds to chat up grandma again.

I’m done being overly polite at this point. I get out and shout to them “you’re parked in a fire lane and blocking me from my space. Can you move?”

Mom & Grandma: Just go around! (You can tell from their tone they were annoyed at me, as tho I’d been the rude one this whole time by rushing them or something).

Me: I’m legally blind, I can’t get in without scraping your car.

Mom: Well you can just wait! (To her credit, grandma no longer joined her and started looking a little sheepish)

Me: That’s literally what I’m already doing, but since you’re inconsiderate, you haven’t noticed.

Mom doesn’t respond and huffily gets in her car and they all back out (hooray!).

As they leave, grandma is still waving goodbye so I politely approach her (for context I’m 37F, dressed in business casual. I’m not threatening or large. I keep a normal distance between us. I’m not trying to intimidate an old lady). I tell her, “listen, I don’t want to get the HOA involved. Can you please just ask her not to park here?”

Before she can answer, we both hear the squeal of tires and see the headlights of her daughter’s car returning.

Mom jumps out of the car as though I just punched her mom (grandma) in the face, and storms up to me shouting (and this is 100% true): IS IT GIVING OR IS IT TAKING?!?

She repeats this question twice. I have literally no idea what in the brain rot tik tok speak she is talking about. So I lose my remaining patience and, tell her “You can fuck all the way off with that bullshit.”

apparently swearing is the worst thing all three of them have ever encountered. They literally all gasped. It devolved into a screaming match at that point. Some fun highlights:

Mom: the lane isn’t even painted red! (the red paint was warn thin, but you could still clearly tell it was a fire lane and said “no parking”)

Me (speaking to grandma): Did you not teach her to read?

Husband: Whatever lady, you’re old.

Me: You can join us adults when you finish growing your beard. Until then, why don’t you join your daughter since you left her alone in a running car THAT IS STILL PARKED IN THE GOD DAMNED FIRE LANE!

Grandma: Do you rent or own here? (She asks this 3x in a row since everyone’s is yelling at the same time.)

Me: I bought my unit 10 fucking years ago, I don’t know what kind of classist bullshit you think matters here, but it’d still be a fire lane and your daughter would still be a cunt even if I were renting.

Everyone but me gasps again.

Mom: Are you even a mother?!?

Me: I literally burst out loud laughing at this point. “No, I’m not a mother, and you being one doesn’t mean this is your parking space. You’re just an entitled brat. “

And then I went inside and drank cocoa with my old cat. If I knew how much trouble this space would become, I genuinely would have paid more for a different unit 🙃

This happened about 2 weeks ago, and I am still quite shocked it happened. Me (25F) and my Girlfriend (26F) moved into a duplex just a while ago about 8-9 months, It was very nice, but the sole exception being our neighbors, Gary whos somewhere between his 50s and 60s.

During our weeks and months when we had stayed at the house, they simply dismissed us as being "roommates" and we never really interacted with them both of them, until that day happened

My girlfriend was walking home after she did a grocery run, she was unloading the bags from the trunk, Gary approached her, casually leaning over the porch railing to strike up a conversation when he offered to help her, she politely declined, stating that her partner will help her instead

Gary had the most devastated, most shocked frown on his face and stated " Partners? So you two arent roomates splitting rent? " My girlfriend stood there knowing what was about to happen.

He had lectured her on topics like " Thats a moral sin " and " In front of the children?! " and how outrageous it was. It had turned into him yelling at my girlfriend to where I can hear it in the living room

I had to come out and Gary instantly started to give me the same lecture, I told him that our relationship was none of his business and told him to get back to his house, he did eventually rush out of our driveway and into his home.

When we got back inside my Girlfriend immidiately locked the door behind her and explained what had happened. Ever since, the neighbors are still here and with it comes the awkwardness because of what had happened everytime we walked by.

Long time lurker, first time poster….

TLDR - First Class Karen can’t imagine why a casually dressed family of four is in priority line at SEA, demands to speak to captain to discuss why her plane is delayed.

Family of four, wife, son (10), daughter (8), flew out of Seattle-Tacoma after an epic 30+ day camper van trip starting in San Francisco up 101 to Vancouver and finished in Seattle.

I travel for work, loyal American traveler, and have been Executive Platinum for years.

We’re dressed casually, no where close to the feral state the family was in during the camping portion, first class domestic seats, standing in priority line with the most luggage we have ever traveled with.

Enter Karen, complete with the haircut and all. I see her look at the priority lane signage, look at us, look at signage, and then ask my wife if we know this is priority.

My wife, who was chatting up my daughter and missed her entrance, responds with a smile, “Yes, you are in the right place.” She winces a smile and huffs, mutters something under her breath and I wanted to pull out a bag of popcorn.

Now, we’re checking in, unloading the luggage cart that would make Sisyphus wince, and she walks up to the agent next to us. Now granted, I’m taking up more space than I want with 4 people, carryon, and 6 full-size hardcases. She huffs and asks me to make room, which I do, and then goes into the routine….

“I’m first class. Why is my plane delayed. What is wrong with the plane?” The gate agents look was priceless…. A mix of da fuk + you can’t be this dumb + customer service cool.

“Ma’am, we only know the current timing of flights, I can’t speak to the exact reason for the delay. I’m happy to…”

Karen cuts her off. “I demand to know, please ask the captain to come talk with me. And while you’re doing that, book me on the earliest flight possible.”

Sadly, we were done with checkin, it was 6am, wifey needed a coffee / mimosa combo to get ready for our 5 hr flight home, and I didn’t catch the end of this exchange.

I bet it was interesting as Karen was starting to change to darker shades of red while her husband just stared at his shoes.

My dad died in an accident when i was around 8, we lived in germany then. two years after that me and my mom moved to madrid cause thats where shes from. she took care of me so good after he died, like she is honestly the strongest person i know, shes protective but also really soft with me. i love her so much, I'm 15M for the context

Anyway around 5 years ago she started seeing someone, this Man who was actually an old friend of hers and also a client for her work. i didnt even know they were dating until 3 years ago when she introduced him to me at dinner. i was honestly shocked, like it never even occurred to me that she'd date again. before that dinner id seen him at our place like 2-3 times and she just said he was a friend Hes rich. like actually wealthy. hes divorced with 2 teenage kids who mostly live with their mom

At first it was just me tagging along to dinners or short trips when they wanted to include his kids too, but a lot of the time she'd just drop me at her friends place instead, she has this group of 4 best friends who are basically aunts to me so it was never a big deal, i like them a lot Then slowly they started trying to blend our families more. his kids were never nice to me honestly, from the start. they have nicer clothes, better stuff, and yeah i noticed the difference but i had my own friends so whatever, didnt bother me that much

2 years ago we went to switzerland for christmas to meet his family. his mom, sister, brother, their spouses, kids. i said hi to everyone, was polite. his brother and his wife were actually really sweet to me but everyone else was cold. that night everyone was doing christmas stuff together and i just sat there alone. we stayed over and my mom slept in a different part of the house and i slept alone on a different floor. that was the first time i felt like something was really off

Over the last 2 years ive seen them like 8-10 more times and its the same thing every time, cold shoulder from his mom and sister especially, but they are SO warm to my mom. they include her in everything

About 6 months ago there was a family event and after, they did a family photoshoot. i was sitting outside. they didnt invite me. they thought i didnt notice but i did. my mom was basically in the center of the photo. when i told her that night she just said "it was just a photoshoot, we can do one together if you want" and i mean. it still hurt. like no matter what im not really their family to them 3 months ago they got engaged, wedding is in september. before she said yes she actually asked me if i was okay with it, which meant a lot, and i said yes cause i do love her and i want her happy

Its a big wedding, like 3 days, planning started since june. and since june ive barely spent 20 days total with my mom. she's always with him and his family now

I found out his kids have been involved in choosing stuff for the wedding, even the destination. they hosted a dinner for his friends and family and her friends and i wasnt invited. they did a trip with his family last month, not invited. his sisters birthday/anniversary thing, big event, my mom went, i wasnt invited Its not like she completely ignores me, we did go on a trip together, we watched spain play in the world cup together just us two and it was honestly one of the best days ive had with her this year. so its not like she doesnt care but right now shes in cadiz with his family and last night i called her about something and his sister picked up the phone and said "shes busy ill have her call you later." she never called back. i cried last night, i felt so stupid for crying but i did

Ive told my mom how i feel before. i dont even blame her for a lot of it, i think she genuinely feels stuck sometimes, like she cant fix how his family treats me

But if this is how its going right before the wedding, i honestly dont know what my relationship with her is gonna look like after. and i already dont really have one with him

So I'm Thinking to Tell My Mom To Cancel the wedding until everything is sort out otherwise She will have No longer Relationship With Me

Hello!

I have a history of being a people pleaser with my sister. My sister has a selective and creative memory for how close we are (her abusing me was just "sibling stuff" (this was in response to me telling her that the story of how she waterboarded me when I was bad isn't funny)), and she has a hard time being able to accommodate anyone. If I said no, she would be cruel or try to bulldoze me. She resorted to guilt. She got our parents involved. I was always expected to relent because I'm "easier." This continued well into adulthood and is something I am trying to unlearn and be able to confront my family about (yay therapy). I am much better at boundaries but still struggle.

My sister is getting married soon and is having a small wedding (wedding party of three). I had stepped down as MoH because of several issues. Here's a small list of highlights (that you can read if you'd like):

- I was told to grow my hair to a certain length and NOT cut it at all (I have very short hair). I said no and was called selfish

- When I agreed to be MoH, outside of the guilt, it was mainly because I was told that it would be a summer wedding and that it would not get in the way of my comps exams. She booked the wedding for the day before my first one and told me that I should find a way to deal with it (apparently my committee should let me skip it cause of her wedding)

- Dress shopping was impossible. My sister is very Type A but pretends like she isn't. I was told "long and blue" were the only requirements. Clearly, they were not because I kept getting rejected for almost stupid contradictory things (one dress had too small of straps and another had too thick of straps (they were slightly bigger than the one before it)). Everything I chose was "too revealing" (tbh one of them was backless but the others had a slight v that really showed off clavicle) so I chose a dress that was high-necked (but that was too prudish). It took me weeks of begging for her to give me a list of requirements. She claims me having so much trouble was because I lacked common sense. She tried to reject the dress I bought and she initially approved of based on the price and price alone (it's thrifted and therefore too cheap)

- for makeup, I have very sensitive skin and will break out with anything on there. I was told that I would have to power through the chemical burn/allergic reaction

- Most of my MoH duties were given to my mom including the planning and running of the bridal shower. I was then told the night before that I was expected to have a speech ready, run the games (that I didn't plan and was told weren't going to be there because my sister hates them), and do a whole slew of other things that weren't "help set up and record/hand over gifts." When I complained about when the absolute f was I going to be told this, my mom and sister (it was a group chat) told me that I should've known that there were MoH duties that I was expected to do because the MoH runs the shower (something I initially told my sister when she said I wasn't in charge of the party). I had a full blown panic attack.

- Told my sister that I couldn't afford the bachelorette party (expensive activity that required a down payment and very fancy restaurant). Was told that the MoH HAS to be there (planned to skip the restaurant and be too sick to go). She refused to let me pressure her friends to pay me first for the HEFTY down payment for the activity until I was forced to admit to her and her other bridesmaid that I couldn't afford to do the full deposit without being paid first, especially as it's non-refundable and some of her guests were maybes. I was called by my sister several times over the next few days because I was waiting for her friends to send me money (who all understood btw and were more than happy to pay me immediately) and she was worried that the activity would be booked up for that day (it was 5 months in advance). It was heavily implied I was selfish for not "just putting it on my credit card and going over the limit for a few days"

- When I stepped down as MoH (I was losing hair and sleep, not to mention crying almost everyday and it took me several months and tries to convince her), I was immediately shamed because my sister (who gave NO direction for her party other than activity, dinner, and classy) thinks that I f'd over the other bridesmaid who has to now buy the genitalia themed items, plan games and a slideshow for the restaurant (idk why she thinks the Michelin star, super-fancy restaurant would be fine with this because when I made a reservation and I said it was a bachelorette party, I was told that they would kick us out for being too rowdy as an fyi), and buy gifts for the party goers (who aren't even invited to the ceremony btw). All of this was new information that she apparently told me when I was first asked to be MoH last year. When I said no you didn't and sent her screenshots of our convo for the bachelorette party, she said it was because I lacked common sense and I should've known those things are expected.

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I get you want your day to be special. I truly do. I think terms like "bridezilla" can be quite overused. However, the fact that I'm pretty much being set up to fail by not being given key information is just bonkers to me. Not to mention that I apparently lack a lot of common sense because I cannot read minds. After this entire debacle, I thought that was that.

Apparently I am still expected to show up for hair and makeup, even after I said no (I don't have much hair to begin with and I don't wear any makeup due to sensitive skin). The wedding is an hour and a half away from me. I was given the option to stay over with the rest of the wedding party (all rich) but it is a heritage mansion that costs over $500 per night.

Hair and makeup starts at 5am and the ceremony is at 3pm. Photos are not being taken before the ceremony. My sister wants one final moment where she gets ready with my mom and I for nostalgia (something we never really did - I was always shoved out of the good mirrors for makeup and then wouldn't have enough time to do mine), not to mention her MIL and other bridesmaid. I just think it's absolutely ridiculous, especially how early it is for only 4 other people and the bride. As well, I don't wear a lot of makeup because of how sensitive my skin is and I don't have a lot of hair. I was going to do it at home to save money, especially for gas as I would have to drive there and drive back to get my bf (who is not invited to the mansion this early nor does he want to be there).

When I said no (again) to hair and makeup, she was peeved. She wants me to stay the night at the hotel (to avoid driving so much) because I should be willing to sacrifice and max out my credit card, not to mention that my bf should be the one paying (I have no job rn due to job market being awful and my bf is also a student and works part time). I said no again. She wants to know why I hate her. I said I don't hate her. I restated why I said no the first time and that it's not just about having to get up ridiculously early and sitting around for a while. She asks me again but to think about and do it for her. She wants to have an important sister moment. I said no. I get a text from my mom asking me why I hate them and why I don't want to have such an important moment with them. I restated my reasons. I get called selfish.

I am going to be honest. I know I sucked for backing out as MoH but I was barely hanging on to my sanity. Every call about the wedding from my sister was about something she didn't tell me. I was petrified of ruining her day and parties (something she heavily implied would happen). I felt like I was being set up to fail and any slip up was held over my head. It was not a good time and I couldn't handle it.

However, I was very clear about my needs and boundaries. They were stomped all over, and I wasn't listened to, even when I was direct and said no. My entire family (dad included) keeps guilting me about hair and makeup. I keep saying "no."

On the way to college, I stopped in the street to take a call from a place where I had been interviewed the day before. I was chatting away (yay, got the job) about the start day (I had to delay until later next week to get a couple of things done) when an angry guy in lycra walks up to me and shoves me (not hard, but it was quite a shock, so I stepped back).

I am trying not to sound crazy on the phone to my new boss and shaking my head at lycra guy. He's smaller than me, yellow and black lycra, helmet that makes his head look like an Alien from Aliens. Smooth, elongated.

I am trying to wave at this guy, but he's shouting at me. Just behind me is a street light with a bike leaning against it. He pushes me out of the way and I'm still on the phone, trying to end the call without sounding mental.

For a moment, I figured that I had accidentally leaned against his goddam bike, but no, I am at least a foot away.

Lycra guy is shouting now - this actually saves me - I tell my new boss that there is too much noise and I will call him later - he hears the rumpus and agrees, so I hang up.

'What the hell is wrong with you?' Lycra Guy now shouts

'What TF - why are you pushing me?'

'You tried to steal my bike'.

I am struggling to explain that I was on the phone and WHY would I take a call if I was in the middle of a theft?

'Where's the lock?' This is now what he is fixated on, because apparently it cost a couple of hundred bucks. Lycra Guy is now calling the police.

I would have walked away but I didn't want to get into trouble for trying to evade the 5-0 (it does not help that I am black and he is white).

So, I am still trying to explain and we wait. He's standing close, like I will run. I keep asking him where my tools are, where I've thrown this lock that he think I've broken. I tell him I was talking to my new boss. Nothing.

A couple of mins later, he unshoulders his rucksack and goes into for something - and finds his stupid lock.

He pulls it out. We look at the bike without a lock. We look at the lock. Then back to the bike.

He just gets onto the bike, tells me to move out of the way and rides off.

Not a word of anything.

Happened today and I witnessed the whole thing. A dad and daughter came in and the dad asked for a burrito, though he wanted it double wrapped but the way he wanted it works when you ask for it at the start.

The way he wanted it was for it to be wrapped in the first tortilla then in the second, but with how much was in it, the first tortilla wasn’t able to encased the stuff. He got a pissy about it and my manager had to explain why it worked that way but he started to yell. My manager had to raise her voice to basically be heard until this grown man child yelled “IS THERE A MANAGER” and she yelled “I AM THE MANGER” while pointing at her collared shirt. His daughter basically was embarrassed and the two left cause he didn’t want his burrito… being wrapped in a way that was more convenient for my manager to wrap.

Both foods that they wanted tossed out and the guy has to deal with the fact that other people looked at him throwing a temper tantrum like a toddler.

The other managers will very likely be informed about the guy (we also have cameras that pointed to the line) and he could be trespassed for accosting my manager.

Edit: fixed spelling